One word: Satisfied

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“Some wandered in the wilderness, lost and homeless. Hungry and thirsty, they nearly died. ‘Lord, help!’ they cried in their trouble, and he rescued them from their distress. He led them straight to safety, to a city where they could live. Let them praise the Lord for his great love and for the wonderful things he has done for them. For he satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things.”

~Psalm 107: 4-9

Hungry isn’t typically a word I would use to describe myself, but as I look back over 2012 I realize this is exactly what has driven me all year long. I’m hungry for life. For all of it–the heights, the lows, the success, the failure, the crazy, the simple, the fear, the glittering, the mundane, the ancient, the new. I want to scoop it all up with my bare hands and feast on it. I want to drink the wine of love and friendship and laughter and purpose and fullness until I can’t contain it anymore. I feel this hunger growing, and at times I feel as if nothing will ever satiate it. Not another European vacation, or another writing assignment, not even another week where my husband hangs his coat in our closet and rests his briefcase at the door. I want to experience and live it more, to taste the colors of life rather than just see them splashed out across nature’s canvas, to radiate light rather than simply absorbing it through my skin, to live the fullness of my story and find the words to write it.

I’ve always feared living a small life. Small means different things to different people, but for me, small connotes a sameness. I fear being the same as everyone else. And so I have tried to fill my life with interesting people, exciting destinations, a bizarre career path, and a love/hate relationship with running marathons. And for the most part, this works. It fills the longing, but never to the tippy top, never to overflowing. This year we will move back to America, back to the sameness I gladly exchanged for a one-way ticket to Switzerland three years ago. Part of me feels a longing to return to the ease and normalcy I know so well, and the other part of me dreads this move in ways I can’t articulate without making a retching noise. Excuse my husband while he rolls his eyes.

I wrote here about choosing a word to define the coming year, and as many of you suggested, I decided to let this year’s word choose me. My word for 2013 is Satisfied. This is the year I believe God will lead our family straight to safety, to a city where we will live, even if that city happens to be the same one I left behind in New Jersey. This is the year I will praise Him for His great love and the wonderful things He has done for us. This is the year He will fill my thirst and my hunger with good things. This is the year I will be satisfied with His love.

Do you have a word for this year? I’d love to hear about it. Let’s encourage each other as we allow our one word to shape the next twelve months of our life.

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I’m linking this post up to One Word 365, where a community has grown up around the idea of “one word :: 365 days :: a changed life”.  You can join the community here.

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  • Kimberly,
    I too have always wanted my life to be different; for me to be different. I’ve learned that I can be different in the mundane of life. I can interact with people in a way no one else does because I am willing to consider them special regardless of who they are; from the little girl at church no one talks to because she has some learning disability; to the head of a company I work for. In doing so I have found that everyone has a story and they are all important. I know that for me now the journey has become much more important that any destination. The journey is where I spend all of my time and it leads to the destination. I want to relish that journey and help those around me to relish the day not to wish it away for a weekend of unfulfilled longings. I am not picking a word but If I did it might be Relish. I still want my life to be different; to be special; for me to be different; for me to make an impact. I think I am learning that it might have to be where I am at right now in the mundane and the minutia of life.

  • anjuli paschall

    ahh.. the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases. what peace that gives the soul.

  • Susan Harms

    My word for the year is BRAVE.

    I thought, dreamed, spoke, and wrote about it a lot last year. This year I want to BE brave.

    So, my first act of bravery is writing this comment on your blog, which to me is like drawing a stick man and handing it to Monet.

    The way an author strings her words together brings me just as much joy and satisfaction as reading its content does. I’m so glad I found your blog. You are beautiful and your writing is delightful. Your content is deep, transparent and motivating. Your words are a feast.

    My dark side envies you, but the vulnerable girl in me wants to be your neighbor, your fellow sojourner, your protégé, and your running partner. Keep up the good work! I will always be back for more.

    • KimberlyCoyle

      Susan, thanks so much for being brave and commenting here:) I hope you’ll be back and share more about your year and how your living out your one word. And thanks for the encouragement, too:)

  • I love the idea of always being hungry for life. I can easily forget that, especially in the whir of motherhood and ministry. Thank you for this reminder. I would say that this year, my word would be GROWTH. I am actually going to be growing (oh my goodness, I already am showing at two months, so I can’t imagine my largeness-to-come), but really, that’s our goal. For our family, our ministry, our community.

    • KimberlyCoyle

      Growth…beautiful:)

  • Epiphany is my word for 2013. I’m excited to see God revealed in new ways in the coming year.

    • KimberlyCoyle

      That is a fantastic word:)

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